HP Magic Biography

So, you two, you ran out of the camp with me in the middle of the night? Hermione asked loudly.

Didn't we get this sword back... Fan Lin said.

But none of the injuries on the two of you are easy, especially you, Fan Lin, you had a fever before.

Don't worry, that's all in the past. Now I feel good. Fan Lin said.

It was just an accident, Hermione, someone guided me...

So, that person's patron saint is a doe? Whose patron saint is a doe? Hermione sighed and said, no matter what, it was a lucky thing to get back the sword of Gryffindor.

That person must be their friend.

Do you think Kingsley summoned the doe? Harry asked weakly.

Kingsley's patron saint is a lynx. I saw it with my own eyes on the day I picked you up.

Oh yes……

But...Harry, do you think that could be Dumbledore?

What happened to Dumbledore?

Harry was a little dazed, he couldn't imagine what this had to do with Dumbledore, except Dumbledore's will.

Hermione looked a little hesitant, then whispered, Dumbledore... the doe? I mean... that sword has always been in Dumbledore's hand, hasn't it?

Harry froze for a moment, he was well aware of the expectation behind the question. The thought that Dumbledore was back with them, still somewhere watching them, was indescribably comforting.

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore is dead, he said. I saw it with my own eyes. I saw his corpse. He really left. What's more, his patron saint is a phoenix, not a doe.

But, the Patronus can be changed, can't it? Hermione said a little unwillingly, Can't Tonks's be changed?

Yes, but if he's still alive, why didn't he come to us? Why didn't he just give us the sword?

I have no idea,

said Hermione.

Maybe someone else, like I said, the Hogwarts professor. Fan Lin said, staring at the flame that Hermione raised in the tent.

Actually... I hope so, but he really left... Harry said, feeling a little bored, recalling what Fan Lin said about the wand in his mind.

Grow bigger quickly!

Harry pointed his wand at the flame, but the effect was not as good as expected. In the brazier, the flame only flickered slightly. Harry tried again. This time the flames grew a little bigger.

Oh, damn it... Harry poked forward impatiently, as if pouring oil on it, and with the sound of crackling burning objects, the flames sprang up at once.

For a split second, Harry felt like his eyebrows were going to burn.

Stop it... Hermione screamed, and quickly moved away, her long hair seemed to be on fire.

Oh, sorry, shrink quickly!

However, the flame did not shrink, but there was a kind of exuberant driving.

The spell stops!

Fan Lin quickly lifted Harry's spell, and it could be seen that there was a charred black mark faintly left on the ceiling directly above the brazier.

Sorry... Harry was speechless, looking down at the holly wand. Harry felt that there was something wrong when he was using the fluorescent flash and the blasting spell, but now it seemed that he had found the key to the problem.

All the spells he used, even the simplest ones, were much less powerful than those he had cast with the Phoenix Wand.

The new wand felt uncomfortably intrusive, like having someone else's hand sewn onto his arm.

You just need to practice more, Fan Lin said, looking at Harry a little teasingly, It's a question of whether you are confident, Harry.

That's right, you just need to adapt to the changes, after all, every wand is different... Hermione said hastily.

Harry knew why she wanted the wand to be okay, and she still felt guilty about breaking his wand.

But there was no way around that, if Hermione didn't attack Nagini, he and Fan Lin would definitely die in Bathilda's house, just like Bathilda, being used as nourishment by Nagini.

Looks like I'll have to start over, like Professor Williver taught us the first time.

This is also something that can't be helped, you can try the simplest.

As night fell, all three of them returned to their tents after eating the dinner Hermione had carefully prepared.

Harry was the first to watch.

Sitting at the entrance of the tent, Harry tried to use his holly wand to levitate a small rock near his feet in the air, but his magic still seemed clumsier and weaker than ever.

At this time, Hermione was lying on the bed reading a book, Fan Lin seemed to have thought of something, then took out a small wooden wireless radio from his rucksack, and tried to adjust the channel.

By the way from the Bathildas, I remember Fred telling me about this channel, he said softly to Harry, a channel that tells real news. All the other channels are on Voldemort's side and are The Ministry of Magic is pulling the strings, but this one is... you'll know it when you hear it, it's fantastic. The only pity is that they can't broadcast it every night, they have to keep changing locations to avoid being chased, and, Requires a passcode to listen...problem is, I forgot what the last passcode was.

What's the use of that?

I can use alchemy to try to analyze it. Fan Lin said, resting a finger on it, the wooden radio exuded a kind of metal-like brilliance.

Let me take a look, this is the receiving device... Elements on different bands receive different signals... um...

This was the first time Harry saw Fan Lin using magic related to alchemy in front of him.

I think I found it... Fan Lin said after a while, seeing that the wooden radio in his hand had completely changed, as if turning stones into gold, and now the wooden radio seemed more like Made of metal.

But...they don't seem to be broadcasting...

If you two don't mind, I think, Fan Lin, you can put that radio on.

Fan Lin immediately sat upright, I'm just looking for something for Harry to relax...

Oh, forget about him, we need to talk, said Hermione, coming over. We have more important things to deal with now.

What? Harry was a little confused, If you said it was a wand, I'm practicing...

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